It's my birthday today, and for my gift I'm updating not one but TWO CHAPTERS OF STORIES! HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIFT TO YOU ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD DAY.

But for real, I hope I don't mess up the sex in this chapter. First lemon...blah, I'm sure when you read it you can tell.

At this time I would like to thank my reviewers: K. Rodriguez 13, HoplessRomantic183, Guest, Fefya14Frost, Guest, and Kanae-Sama.

Guest: Why thank you. I thought so too :)

Guest: Didn't think you'd ever see Jack like that, eh? I hope you liked it!

ONTO PART 2

Back in Arendelle, Elsa came knocking on Jack's door in the morning. He didn't answer. She opened the door, and found his bed messed up, but Jack nowhere to be found. The window as open, and a sick and heavy answer slid through her veins. He'd...left.

"What did you expect, Elsa." She scolded herself, "Hoped he'd stay forever? Just because he's so enigmatic? Nothing like you've ever known? No, he's got other places to be." She tried to convince herself. She went about, and straightened the room. If only she had looked underneath the bed, she would have seen the orb that rolled underneath when Jack disappeared. But it just sat there.

Anna knew when she saw Elsa that morning.

"He left, didn't he?" She guessed. She hadn't thought Jack was all that great, but Elsa was...entrapped. Somehow. But she still understood the hurt and betrayal that her sister was experiencing.

"What did I expect. I shouldn't be upset." Elsa forced a smile, "He's just a boy, not even a man." She bit her lip, and shook her head.

"But he wasn't..." Anna sighed, but her sister did not let herself hear.

He had no doubt that if he was allowed to sleep the whole night in the castle, he would have woken in the morning to an unexpected stiffness to his body. He had long forgotten that feeling, but now that it was rekindled, it was like someone had it a fire inside his body.

He, in his youth, had been a sexual young man. And he hadn't been as pure as his mother liked to believe, not that any of his friends were. Except Simon, but he hardly counted. But things had gotten busy after that memory and hadn't found another time to relieve himself, and it had only been about a month later when he'd fallen through the ice and died. And when he was re-born as a spirit, he simply didn't have that need.

It was so...human! So natural and beastly, the hunger and gnawing that almost tickled him in his spirit form told him that if he ever went back to the other form, it would be insatiable. That's why he decided he had to go back. But it wasn't just that. It was the feeling that Leonard looked like when he talked about marrying Mabel (he hoped they had a happy life, he forgot about them after being spirit, of course, and only recently did he remember his best friends) that Jack had always found just a ridiculous look.

And no, it wasn't love. Not after one night already. But it was deeper than just lust, it was a magma like compassion that was warm but cooled instantaneously at the thought of Elsa, that riddled his heart with pinpricks of emotion that he didn't think spirits felt.

It was also a desperation, which led him to make a deal with the devil. Well, not the literal devil (so the man claimed) but Jack was pretty darn sure that he was naturally lying.

"Rumpelstiltskin, you're a crafter of sorts?" He asked, seeking the tiny, shrewd man in his cage underneath a mountain. The voice seemed to ruminate from everywhere.

"Jack. I knew you were coming." He said in a pleasant tone.

"Yes I'm quite aware." Jack snapped, "But I'm not going to fall into a trap." False, he told himself, it was a trap just for coming here. But he was going to stay optimistic.

"Mhhmm..." The man grunted.

"So, I'm here-,"

"To have me make an orb that you can switch out with the real one to get back to the beautiful girl named Elsa, and also something that will get you into North's castle undetected." Rumpelstiltskin listed off, bored sounding.

"Right." Jack blanched. He'd heard of Rumpelstiltskin's skills, but it was uncanny the accuracy, "And this orb? North won't know it's different?" He said.

"Unless he tries shaking it, then it won't work. Can't replicate North's magic, that's his own quirk." He said, to which Jack had to agree was the best that could happen.

"What do you want in return, I know how this works. First born son? Wait, can't give you that." Jack said sarcastically.

"A troll." Rumpelstiltskin said, "I want a troll." Jack frowned.

"Ah...what? They aren't real?" He said. He faintly recalled a troll in Elsa's story, but it was too faint to be sure.

"You'll find one." Rumpelstiltskin said, "Do we have a deal?"

Jack, figuring that Rumpelstiltskin was crazy, and even so he couldn't imagine what he needed with a troll, shrugged.

"Deal?" He agreed.

"Shake on it." A calloused hand shot out from the bars, startling Jack. He took the hand and shook.

"Now the orb..." Jack began to describe it.

"No good. Come here." Rumpelstiltskin pushed his face against the bars, "I need to see it for myself."

"See?" Jack asked, but knelt down. He felt the tiny hands press against his temples. The devil sorted through his memories, until he found the memory of the orb. He sifted through carefully, seeing it from all angles. Jack thought he was gone, but then he took a sudden side turn into his memory of Eleanor/Elsa and seemed to soak in Jack's emotions. Jack yanked himself away.

"That's private!" He growled.

"Can't blame a lonely old man." He shrugged, and Jack growled.

"Are we done?" He asked warily.

"Yes." Rumpelstiltskin said, "I will send a message to you when it is completed. You will bring me my troll within ten years of the message." He said, "Goodbye Jack Frost." He said, and Jack was suddenly outside of the entrance of the mountain. He shok his head, still unused to this magic that North and Rumpelstiltskin both used to transport.

It took a whole agonizing year and a half for Rumpelstiltskin to finish. Luckily, North gradually became less obsessive about guarding the Orb door. He expected Jack to make a break-in right after, and he was quite surprised that Jack just...didn't. Instead, Jack seemed to have lost all interest in it. So while he was never going to let it go un-attended again, his suspicion withered away.

Jack was messing with the Summer spirit when a black raven made from ashes flew up to him. He held out his staff for it to land on, and it had hardly touched it before it burst into dust.

That couldn't be a good sign, and Summer's disgusted face.

"Rumpelstiltskin? What kind of sick agreement do you have with him?" She demanded. Jack waved away the dust, pulling his jacket on.

"What would you know of him. You're so...agonizingly happy." He flinched. Summer raised an eyebrow.

"It's about her." Everyone knew about his exploits somehow in the Orb, although North swore he told no one, which Jack believed. He was sure it was Bunny.

Jack didn't reply. He was already heading off. He tried to make the transaction as quick as he could, out of there in what seemed like no time at all. Rumpelstiltskin's craftsmanship was flawless, he was sure if he were to shake it, he'd return to Elsa.

He had also been given a vial that made him virtually non-existence. He could float through walls that were made to keep out spirits, be temporarily unseen by anyone who believed in Jack Frost, and avoid tripping any sensors that would make the plan fail. Outside North's house, Jack's fingers shook so bad when he took the vial that he thought for sure he'd spill more on the ground than actually drink. And after he didn't feel any differently, yet when he went to North's house and waved a hand in front of a yeti, it hardly blinked.

Ah, so it did work.

In North's Orb Room, it was clear that North had recently taken the time to clear away the dust and put things away. There was also a series of complicated locks on the door, which Jack bypassed with ease. The orb was exactly where he'd left it; where, if North was really wise, he would have locked it away in a totally different place altogether.

Before he went to take it though, he searched through North's notes, and within the hour found what he was looking for. Grinning jovially, he carefully picked up the orb from it's place, and had to resist the urge to shake it right then and there, and instead swapped the fake one out. If he hadn't been paying such close attention, he would have doubted himself and wondered which was witch. The similarity was uncanny.

Outside, he flew all the way back to the closet place he called 'home'. Jamie's house. Jamie, now a man of almost twenty, was living in an apartment to attend college in Pittsburg. He wasn't surprised at Jack's intrusion, for it was common place now, but instead glad to see a recently vanished friend.

"Been gone a couple months." He said, "You look a little...see-through." He commented, scratching his head.

"I need you to do something for me," Jack said, and upturned his bag and carefully let the orb roll onto his hand. Jamie's eyes widened.

"No..." He gaped, "It can't be..."

"Yes." Jack grinned. Jamie's amazement turned to a loud laugh, and for a moment Jack was looking at his old friend Alexander. After the memory, he'd hastened back to Burgess and demanded that Jamie take him to the archives. He had to know. The growing suspicion that Jamie had been his descendant, for he looked strikingly like his sister, was now affirmed. He was his sister's descendant. And more than that, his sister had married Alexander's first born son, who was about eight years her junior, but according to the news clips, they had been so happily in love that the age didn't even matter.

And he saw Simon, Leonard, Abraham and even Eleanor in Jamie's friends. Who could have ever imagined that the people he was friends with all those years ago had someone come back together with their own friend group? The joy and nostalgic that had burrowed there was a new feeling to his spirit life, like the lust, but this one...he wasn't sure he wanted to suppress.

"Stop looking at me like that." Jamie noticed his expression, "It's creepy."

"You have Alex's mouth."

"I repeat. Creepy." Jamie winced, then turned, "Now this orb..."

"I'm going in. I need you to keep it safe whenever I go in. I pray North never finds out, but just...well, you know..." Jack finished unsure, and Jamie nodded.

"Anything for you, Jack." He assured.

Jack found the place where there was a crack in it from his first accidental journey, glad there was already one so he didn't have to fear breaking it in it's totality. Knowing he couldn't bleed here, he could only hope it was mirrored in Arendelle. He told Jamie that he would shake it, and set it down on the wood (for the wood seemed to be the conductor) and then, he would vanish.

Taking a deep and nervous breath, he shook the orb. When he awakened, he found himself underneath the bed he'd slept on, the orb dusty and sitting right from the view of someone in the room. Elsa had most likely never found it. He grabbed it, and attempted to pull himself out from under it. He hit his head, and lord, it hurt. He cussed loudly before remembering where he was.

The door opened, someone hearing his swear words and the clang of the bed, and they stopped. He gave a wolfish grin, and a little wave.

"Hi, Elsa." He greeted, and he saw her fingers tighten around the door knob. She gave a heavy swallow.

"Jack..." She frowned, "You're...back?"

"I know it's been awhile, Elsa, but-," He began, but she coldly shut him off.

"Six months, awhile! Jack, it's been more than awhile." She harrumphed. He opened his mouth to correct her that it had actually been a year and a half, but realized that time must go slower here, and decided that letting her think it had only been six months was better than a whole year and some.

"Can we talk?" Jack asked sincerely, "I think I owe you an explanation."

Elsa sighed. "Jack, I'm busy, I have things to do." The hurt in her eyes was very clear, and even though she'd only known him for a day, it was clear he haunted her like she haunted him.

"I can wait all day." He said in utmost truthfulness. She pursed her lips.

"Go back to my room...I'll have someone send up some food." She said. She hurried out of the room, silently scolding herself. She'd been so cold to him! Wasn't this what she'd dreamed about for months? That he would reappear? The sight of his figure waving so nonchalantly at her, as if it was perfectly normal to disappear for six months than waltz back in to her life- she pressed a finger to her temple.

She had only known him for a day, true, but the way he made her heart thud defied everything she'd always imagined she would have. She saw the love Kristoff and Anna did, and she was so happy for them. Too happy for words. But after Hans, after everything, she never thought she'd have anything like that. Men just didn't make her feel that way, or no man had yet. She didn't need that love that Anna craved though, she always thought that she would reign for as long as she could, and when she died, Anna's firstborn would take the throne. She was okay with that.

And then Jack Frost so easily slid into her life. He was young, but old enough that she couldn't pinpoint the age exactly. And people married with age difference much more than a year or two, so that wasn't even it. But the way her mouth went dry and her body responded to his blasé smile or calculated smirk was something that hell, perhaps she had wanted to figure out with him, even just to experiment.

"Jack is back." Elsa wheezed, coming into Anna's room unannounced.

"The Jack?" Anna questioned, "You're kidding."

"No, he's in my room right now." Elsa said, running her fingers through her hair, "Anna I-,"

"Go to him." Anna said, giving a smile, "I know you want to."

"But I'm a queen, Anna! And he's...I don't know what!" She cried, "I can't be doing such things so...so..."

"But you'll hate yourself forever if you don't." Anna said, "You have been so refined your entire life. If you do one thing rebellious, do something that makes you happy."

"But he makes me mad. I hardly know him, but I'm very upset with him." She said. Anna gave a giggle.

"Then it will be even better." She winked.

"Anna, I don't-,"

"Elsa, please, don't think. Just...do."

Jack waited in Elsa's room for only half an hour before she reappeared. She was watching him like a hawk, but more than that she was scrutinizing him, her eyes looking him up and down. He was correct in his previous hypothesis; back in a semi-alive state, his hormones were raging like a tsunami, and he had to sit ever so carefully so that his wanton feelings were not obvious.

He still owed her his explanation, and regardless of what his body craved, he could not stay long. That was, more than anything, the key. If he was gone for days on end, people would notice, for time seemed not to move regularly. When he'd first came, although it seemed like a whole day, it was only six or so hours back home. Now a year and a half was six months? He didn't want to try to figure the math out.

He launched into the story of being called back with the orb, and how he'd spent the last six months figuring out how to get back, and how finally he'd found this one.

"You have to believe me when I didn't mean to leave." He said, and pulled out her father's pajamas from his bag, "But here, I still...I wanted to..." He shrugged, "I can't ever stay long, or else people will notice, and I won't come back...ever." Elsa nodded in deep understanding.

He asked for a knife, and Elsa, somewhat startled, complied. He was glad to find the same break on the orb in this world. He took the knife and cut his thumb open. With careful precision, he dripped his blood into orb. It glowed for a second, then went back to normal. "I've bonded it to myself. Wherever I am, if you shake it, I will appear. Also, you won't come to my world accidentally. It's better if I come here." He said. He handed her the orb, to which she took as if it was a child.

"Anytime?" Her eyes glimmered with a sensual spark that made Jack nearly forget how to talk.

"Yes," he replied, shaking off his feelings and knowing he had to return, "Any time you please. Now..." He asked for the orb back. He then shook it, and found himself back in Jamie's house. He was about to tell Jamie something, but he was whisked back. Elsa stood with an impish grin.

"You did say anytime." She teased.

Jack only laughed, and motioned for her to come to him. "Can I steal a kiss, m'lady? Or is that improper?" He asked. Elsa wrapped the soft fabric of his hoodie around her fists.

"It is most likely very improper for a Queen to be doing this with someone that I am not betrothed or courting, yet somehow, I don't really care." She admitted, and leaned up to kiss him. Warm lips pressing against his, and Elsa felt a spark of triumph when she heard a tiny sound from the back of Jack's throat. He gripped her arms hard, and the coldness of his own hands only fueled her more. Jack, being the gentleman, broke back when Elsa began trailing kisses down his neck.

"You didn't like that?" She teased. Jack threw her a dirty look.

"You sorceress." He growled, shaking his head, giving a narrow grin, "You're going to be the death of me." She smiled a little shyly now, and Jack shook himself back. Jamie's eyes widened at his mussed hair, bruised lips, and the hint of a hickey on his neck.

"Jesus, did you have a quickie?" He asked, and Jack shook his head.

"We just kissed." He said, grinning. Jamie gave an unbelieving scoff. Jack entrusted Jamie with the orb. Before, he had been fearful that not having it with him at all times would mean that he would never go back. But after that display of clear attraction, he had no doubt that Elsa would be calling him back quite often.

And she did.

For a whole three years of his time, they stole time in between the universes, ten minuets here, twenty there. For Elsa, it was only about two years, for both had decided that although they were attracted, neither wanted it to be a one-night thing. They didn't always go further than kissing. Sometimes, gentle pecks were as much as they had. For in between those times, Elsa brought him many places. They had picnics in the garden, swam in the lakes at midnight, went hiking through the mountains, Jack took her flying (the one power he retained here, beside his ice) over high hills, visited the place where she had holed up years before when she was running for her kingdom, and finally basked in a gentle reminder of familiarity.

And in the begging, the beset thing turned out to be the worst thing, at least by the end of it all. It was that this...was temporary. Jack had to be a Guardian, and he was not even royalty, so he could not marry her. Elsa could not follow him for she was a queen, and there was no place for a mortal with an immortal in his world. It would never last, and they both knew it. Back at the start, that was the great part. This wouldn't be forever, Elsa did not have to worry about such frivolous words and making childish promises. But by the time it reached four and a half years on Jack's part and three on Elsa's, neither wanted to give each other up.

One day, when he was called, Elsa did not greet him with their usual kiss. She was stony, silent, and somber.

"Jack, I'm getting married." She said softly, and when she turned, Jack saw frozen tears on the side of her face.

"Oh..." He said, his eyes narrowing. Of course, he knew this day would come, yet the hurt wasn't any less intense, "Who is he?" He asked.

"He doesn't matter." Elsa said firmly, "I don't love him. I only love you, Jack Frost." She said. The pang struck him like a thousand knives.

"Me too."

That day, they did nothing but stayed in each other's arms. Jack couldn't stay long, for he had been in the middle of changing fall to winter, but he would make the whole world wait for this girl. And that's what scared him.

Back in his own world, he went to Jamie's house and tried to get drunk. But he was a spirit, and it didn't work. He also got summoned to Rumpelstiltskin's jail that night.

"Have you forgotten our agreement?"

In reality, Jack had. The stupid troll.

"No." Jack lied, "Is that all? It's been a rough day." He growled.

The next time he was summoned, he had more time, and for Elsa it had been eight days. The wedding date had been set.

"I don't want my first time with him." Elsa shook her head, inviting Jack in closer, "I'll make it believable, but I want it to be with you." Jack had been waiting what seemed his whole life to hear her say that. He told her to shake him back, for he had an instant idea, and he would be back in seconds.

"Gahh!" Jamie cried, now a man in his mid-twenties, as Jack jumped into his bedroom. His girlfriend, who he'd been doing things with, looked around in confusion.

"What is it?"

"I just remembered...I have...can you get me some water?" He asked, and his girlfriend sighed in frustration and left.

"Don't look at her," Jamie warned, "And really, you could have spawned anywhere, but you chose my freaking bedroom." He said.

"I need a condom." Jack said plainly, to which Jamie blinked at him. With irritation he went to the bedside table and threw a foil pack his way, "Now please, please go and bang your girl so I can get back to mine." He said rather abruptly, and Jack winked and shook the orb that sat in Jamie's closet, as he was still the keeper after all those years.

It was as if no time had passed, Elsa told him, but he didn't care. They were alone, the door was locked carefully by Elsa, and she had demanded no one disturb them. The people that knew of Jack's comings and goings expected something to happen, and those that did not assumed she was upset (She was) and wanted to be left alone (she did). Jack first came up to her, and staring at her face, leaned down and kissed her forehead. The gentle moment was so achingly beautiful, that when Jack leaned down to kiss her lips, she was almost crying. In her emotions, the balcony door swung open.

"Should we close it?" Jack whispered to her, and Elsa shook her head.

"You will be the only one I'll ever be with that won't care it's cold." SHe laughed, "I want to enjoy this."

They had done everything but sex, so there was hardly any awkwardness as Elsa pressed for their kiss to become more passionate, and soon she heard the hard, rasping breath of Jack and felt his whole body tense. He slid a hand down her face to her shirt where one hand slid underneath the fabric to rub her breasts. Elsa gave a quiet moan as his icy-cold fingers slid across her sensitive nub, and she couldn't help her own fingers travel deeper until they reached the edge of his pants on the backside. Teasingly, she slipped a finger and slid it all the way around, brushing the pulsating heat between his legs.

His hands groped at the flick of her fingernails, and Elsa pulled him forward to suck lightly on his neck, which she knew always turned him on. Jack was making work of taking off her shirt, and by now he had become a master of unfastening the bodice in the back. Elsa's fingers clawed lightly on his back, urging him to hurry. There was a gleam of impatience in her glazed eyes, to which Jack grinned in wickedness.

"Oops," He muttered teasingly, "It won't come off..."

"Damn you, Jack." She hissed, nipping at his neck, "You tease..."

When he freed her front of the darn constraints, she let out a sigh of pleasure. He grinned at her, before lowering his lips and flicking his tongue lightly over her breasts, and a hand grasped his hair at each ministration. He took delicate time to pay attention to both, praising the stars above that he had died so that he could be here with the most beautiful women in the whatever the heck they were in. Sure, he could have lived and maybe had Eleanor once, but married someone much more average. But he would have never met Elsa.

Queen Elsa who was currently withering under his very touch, bewitching him in ways he never imagined could be true. Elsa clearly told him it was done, by tugging off his sweatshirt and undershirt to reveal his chest. She ran a hand down his sculpted abs, and Jack pushed her back until she fell on her back onto her bed. He crawled on top of her, one hand fisting itself in his hair, the other rubbing all over her top. His body ground into hers without consent from his mind, and Elsa moved so that they lined up through their clothes, the friction making each shudder in deep pleasure.

She nearly caused Jack to come right there as she plunged her hand down and grasp him, delicately ghosting her fingers over the head and causing him to buck his hips in need. She rolled him over and undid his pants with an aching amount of time, similar to the way he'd undone her top, and pulled him free of all his clothes.

His head pushed back hard against the sheets on the bed when he felt the hotness of Elsa's mouth engulf his member, her lips doing the same motion of quick pecks over where the heat was most concentrated. His fingers grasped the sheets, and one hand pushed her down farther. Despite his attempt to try to stay aloof, not make any noise, a low groan of pleasure erupted from his lips, and after that, he figured it was all gone.

"Yes, Elsa, aw..." He murmured, and she pulled away suddenly, licking the remnants of the pre-cum on her lips, grinning at him.

"Are you properly awakened now?" She teased, crawling up so that her face was once again at his own.

"You minx." He kissed her violently, both his hands working to tear away her dress and underwear, leaving her completely exposed as well. Pulling her so they were both on their sides kissing, he worked his fingers down, teasing at the entrance. She took his own hand and pushed it down, and she was already so wet, so his fingers slid in with ease. Her legs clamped down, and now the euphoric smell of sex reached his nostrils. The air in the room prickled at their skin, but it just turned each on more, to see their breaths against the coldness of the night, but neither had the fear of catching cold or becoming frozen. For they froze each other, with each grip to the skin, a snowflake appeared and melted on their steaming bodies.

Elsa's legs clamped down at his fingers, and soon, she gently led his fingers away. She was not afraid of the pain, for in their foreplay many times before, she was sure that her hymn had been broken by Jack, and by now the lust was so strong equally. For Jack, it was the deep, long, melting lust he'd felt after first meeting her, the feeling this is what he'd been wanting to do his whole life still. For Elsa, it was the need for something that she loved before she wouldn't get it ever again.

She pushed Jack to move him on top, and he sat up, legs between hers. He went into his pocket, and pulled out the condom.

"What's that?" She breathed, eyes still misty and a little unfocused.

"It's a condom, comes from my world. So you don't get pregnant." A soft smile appeared on Elsa's face.

"I wouldn't even have cared, you know." She said, her hands trailing up and down his thighs, "But I suppose it is for the best." She said a little longingly.

He rolled it on, and then leaned down, supporting himself on his forearms, and Elsa's legs wrapped up and around him. He didn't ask if she was sure, for her hands were already guiding him down. At the first moment where he began to sink in, the feeling was like nothing else. Elsa breathed in sharply, although it was in discomfort, not pain.

"Okay...I think..." He said, "Should I...?" He never finished his question, for his Elsa pushed him down fully, and both of them moaned in unison at the union of their being. They stayed just like that for a couple seconds, suspended in bliss and love, before Jack began to move.

At first, he pressed himself to get a rhythm, but soon Elsa was bucking her hips with his own, and Jack grabbed the headboard behind Elsa's head, pounding hard like a feral animal. It had been so long since he'd felt this, that he may was well been a virgin. Elsa was pushing herself against him earnestly, and she felt her tighten around him, and she released all at once. Jack only last a little longer, and that was with immense stamina, and felt his whole body quake and then explode.

"That was...everything they said it wouldn't be." She laughed, "In a good way."

"That was nothing like I've ever felt." He said. Admittedly, the rest of the times in his youth had been quick and violent against a wall, done of of lust and need, not out of love. Perhaps, this was the difference. Tonight he made love.

He asked her about a troll, and she told him where to find one, although she was baffled by the request

That was also the night he didn't care of his responsibilities, and he slept the night with Elsa. In the morning, though, he waited until she was awake (and a little sore) and they kissed, and he left. He found the rocks, and took the smallest, and went home.

He was sure that would be the last time he'd ever see her again, and his depression was shown in a winter unparalleled to anything else he'd ever seen. He watched the baby troll for a long time, because if he went to give it to Rumpelstiltskin , it would be real, it would really be over. The baby troll was intriguing to him, so loving and carefree and small, yet already independent. He had a sinking feeling about this troll and what was going to happen.

Yet much to his surprise, a year after he'd last seen her (winter was forced to end, only because Agustu nearly beat him up over it) she called him back.

"I believe my husband is infertile." She said, and a little grin formed. Jack did not understand.

"And?"

"I want children. No one would raise an eyebrow at a child with white hair or magical powers, Jack. And my husband has no idea he is incapable, but I can feel it." She said. Everything clicked into place, and Jack didn't let her talk anymore. For all the times they joined that day, if Elsa wasn't pregnant, then it had to be her who was infertile.

The next day, Rumpelstiltskin called Jack to the caves.

"You have my troll. You've had it for some time." He said.

"What are you going to do with him?" Jack asked, cradling the troll. He imagined it as a baby, which made a flare of emotion rise up. He was going to be a father, in another life, goddamit, Jack was going to be a father.

"That should not concern you."

"But it does." Jack said, "I just...want to know."

"Troll magic is quite...delectable." Rumpelstiltskin gave a grin, and behind him, Jack saw a cauldron.

"What? You're crazy! I'm not going to let you eat him!" Jack was appalled.

"Jack, we had a deal." Rumpelstiltskin clawed through his cage for the troll, who cried and pressed itself into Jack's shirt.

"You can't eat it! I won't let you!" Jack said, not thinking as clear as he could have been, but doing this out of a deep sense of justice and what was right. Rumpelstiltskin sighed.

"Then I do suppose we don't have a deal anymore." Jack hardly had time to process the words before he snapped and the orb was sitting in the greasy man's hand. Jack cried out, but it was too late, for with incredible force, teh trickster smashed the orb. It shattered into dust, and Jack couldn't stop it.

He fled. Glaring at the troll baby, "I hope you know what you did." He said, agony clawing at his heart. He went to North first. When he came in, he gave a sheepish, but forced grin, "Need a troll?"

NEVER MAKE A DEAL WITH A DEVIL JACK! GAAAH idiot...

Anyway, the last part I expect to be out in a week or two. I may go slightly MIA cuz next Mon and Tuesday I have mid-terms in all my college classes. Yay for teachers planning all together (not really).

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